“Fairest of women shalt thou be, Gudruda—­fair as no woman in Iceland ever was before thee; and thou shalt love with a mighty love—­and thou shalt lose—­and, losing, thou shalt find again.”

Now, it is said that, as she spoke these words, her face grew bright as a spirit’s, and, having spoken them, she fell back dead.  And they laid her in earth, but Asmund mourned her much.

But, when all was over and done, the dream that he had dreamed lay heavy on him.  Now of all diviners of dreams Groa was the most skilled, and when Gudruda had been in earth seven full days, Asmund went to Groa, though doubtfully, because of his oath.

He came to the house and entered.  On a couch in the chamber lay Groa, and her babe was on her breast and she was very fair to see.

“Greeting, lord!” she said.  “What wouldest thou here?”

“I have dreamed a dream, and thou alone canst read it.”

“That is as it may be,” she answered.  “It is true that I have some skill in dreams.  At the least I will hear it.”

Then he unfolded it to her every word.

“What wilt thou give me if I read thy dream?” she said.

“What dost thou ask?  Methinks I have given thee much.”

“Yea, lord,” and she looked at the babe upon her breast.  “I ask but a little thing:  that thou shalt take this bairn in thy arms, pour water over it and name it.”

“Men will talk if I do this, for it is the father’s part.”

“It is a little thing what men say:  talk goes by as the wind.  Moreover, thou shalt give them the lie in the child’s name, for it shall be Swanhild the Fatherless.  Nevertheless that is my price.  Pay it if thou wilt.”

“Read me the dream and I will name the child.”

“Nay, first name thou the babe:  for then no harm shall come to her at thy hands.”

So Asmund took the child, poured water over her, and named her.

Then Groa spoke:  “This lord, is the reading of thy dream, else my wisdom is at fault:  The silver dove is thy daughter Gudruda, the golden snake is my daughter Swanhild, and these two shall hate one the other and strive against each other.  But the swan is a mighty man whom both shall love, and, if he love not both, yet shall belong to both.  And thou shalt send him away; but he shall return and bring bad luck to thee and thy house, and thy daughter shall be blind with love of him.  And in the end he shall slay the eagle, a great lord from the north who shall seek to wed thy daughter, and many another shall he slay, by the help of that raven with the bill of steel who shall be with him.  But Swanhild shall triumph over thy daughter Gudruda, and this man, and the two of them, shall die at her hands, and, for the rest, who can say?  But this is true—­that the mighty man shall bring all thy race to an end.  See now, I have read thy rede.”

Then Asmund was very wroth.  “Thou wast wise to beguile me to name thy bastard brat,” he said; “else had I been its death within this hour.”